They sing about making beds, about burritos and salsa, jewels and horses. Of love and cheerios, a cozy Jesus, Uncle Peter loving his dog Scout.
Voices will be raised in typical song format, but often in running narration of their current activities and feelings. Frequently, one will notice flavors of a musical stage production ... a sort of sing-talking with various choreography. Their voices range from in-tune and out, all the while obliviously delighting their secret listeners.
When they sing, I hear their hearts. I hear joy, contentment, and at times, even their own version of sorrow. I hear that they are secure enough in the moment to sing about it. And then ... my own heart begins to sing.
My heart is confident in you, O God; no wonder I can sing your praises with all my heart! (Psalm 108:1)